Oct 2, 2016
"you dress like an idiot,"
“don’t be such an ass,”
perhaps it is the large, oversized beanie on his head that sports the words “eat me” in big, white letters, or maybe the that the shirt he’s wearing is covered in rips and holes in random places. yejun has been told far worse by people far more intimidating, her words bounce off of him like rubber and he simply sticks out his tongue in her direction, a small silver ball resting in the middle.
“you know what i hear? i hear, the best part about somebody else's outfit and fashion choices are that fact that you don’t have to wear them.” he says, his voice is rich with sarcasm and he leans over the counter for the bar, “crazy, right? who would have thought, hm?”